Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.